Dear Mr. Shi

A bright figure standing in front of the window, with his back facing the bright lights outside the window, silently looking at his desk

There are four small grids at the top of the front computer screen, and each grid displays the monitoring screen.

After seeing Song Qinghuan return to the 60th floor, he turned and looked out the window, calm and arrogant, his profile deep and cold.

After a while, Chen Tian knocked on the door and walked in after getting permission.

Shi Yuhan turned around, sat down on the large leather chair, and watched Chen Tian open the file in his hand, and then put a stack of photos on the desk.

"Boss, this is the time you gave, the surveillance video related to the wife, and the printed photos," Chen Tian said aloud, unfolding the photos one by one before Shi Yuhan's eyes.

He pointed to one of the photos of Song Qinghuan in the office, and said, "The place where Madam is at this time is your office, Boss."

Shi Yu coldly squinted his eyes sharply. As he expected, the information was true, but it was not sent by Song Qinghuan.

Every time Song Qinghuan came to his office, she came in the name of signing documents. In this case, she would not bring her mobile phone, nor would she come with her mobile phone.

In that case, her cell phone should be on the desk.

He said indifferently and asked: "Who has moved her desk at this time?"

Chen Tian posted three photos and said in a deep voice: "Because there is no camera installed in the office of the department, and the camera outside can only see part of it, it is impossible to know who took the mobile phone from his wife's desk. Several people, passing by Madam's desk."

Before and after time, it is the time before and after the message is sent.

Chen Tian's index finger slid across the photos one by one: "One is Mi Xue, the other is Zhang Miaolong, and the last is Bai Rubing, who is the wife's friend. It is reasonable to say that she is not very likely, but..."

But people's minds are unpredictable, and there are not many things in which friends are stuck behind their backs.

"You find someone to stare at the three of them, you must find it out for me anyway!" In Shi Yuhan's low voice, there was a touch of bloodthirsty murderousness leisurely.

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Sitting on the desk, Song Qinghuan looked at the computer with a deep look, thinking and thinking. He really wanted to break his head and didn't understand, who might have sent this text message?

When she was on the rooftop, she called Mei Jun. Mei Jun was very angry. She believed that she was in the company and had a good relationship with Song Qinghuan.

Yu Yang and Bai Rubing? Song Qinghuan thought it was impossible, after all, the two were so kind to her.

Mei Jundao: "You must not be harmful, but you must be defensive. Qinghuan, the workplace is the harem. You have also seen Zhen Huan Chuan that there is no pure skill, so you should pay attention!"

Song Qinghuan felt that Mr. De Mei made a lot of sense, and she had always treated people in this way, not harmful to others, and maintained a defensive heart.

But Yu Yang and Bai Rubing, one amused, and the other soft, look different.

She analyzed the bits and pieces of the three people getting along, and found that there was nothing wrong with her. Maybe she was not close to Mei Jun, but she could definitely be regarded as a good friend.

In addition to not believing, she is also somewhat reluctant to believe it.

She believes that no matter who it is, she is probably the same as her, and she will not be willing to deny the character of her friend without a complete relationship.

Everyone who worked overtime was complaining, but fortunately, it didn't really increase to 12 o'clock.

At around 9 o'clock, everyone received a notice that they could leave work, and one by one happily packed their things and left, walking and talking about tomorrow's rest, where to go shopping, and where to go to play.